Last night I went to the warehouse club and Walmart for Candy to make many many wreaths for my wreath sale Wednesday. I came home with boxes and boxes and bags and bags of candy. Heather helped me sort the candy into color-coordinated bowls, and we just tossed the plastic bags onto the floor as we went along, intending to pick them all up when we were done. Harry must have climbed int one of the plastic bags with handles, because within seconds, Harry had the handle wrapped around his tummy and he was flying through every room trying to escape the bag! :eek: As he ran through the whole downstairs at lighting speed raising a racket (boy plastic bags are noisy!) he managed to also completely spook the other cats... first Abby went running up the steps with big poofy tail, then Allen and his poofy tail were close behind, followed by a completely spooked Pouncer.
He finally broke free (though Heather, Tony, Grant, and I were ALL trying to catch him to get him free of the bag) and he flew into the kitchen. We all saw him go in, but not come out. A search was performed to find him. An eternity later, we found him UNDER the dishwasher. I didn't even know you could get under it! Once we could finally coax him out from under there, I did a full check and no tender spots or damage from the ordeal. But for the remainder of the evening, all 4 cats were VERY jumpy at the slightest sound.
God, what would have happened if we weren't home? If it got caught around his neck instead of his tummy? I try to keep plastic bags out of sight, for this very reason!
